- Hello, may.

The number on the phone screen is unfamiliar, but the voice in the speaker is very even. Horror Caterpillars in person. Enough of the audacity ... The last time we talked two months ago, and although I had to respond to his messages from time to time on the Internet, I didn’t want to hear the voice at all. Hang up, or what, click?

- Stop! - apparently, reads thoughts.

- Problems? - I pause for Stanislavsky, and only then add: - Need?

- Yes, enough already sulk. I offer the world. Come, at the same time my new office will look. Baphomet Arbeletych become generous. With me brandy, cake and surprise.

Baphomet Arbeletych - this is how Gus affectionately calls his boss. He gives all nicknames. I now have May - not from a month, from the “major of justice”. In those circles where we sometimes emerge together with him, it is better to do without titles, and without real names, and therefore I am May for him, he is Gus for me, and nothing else.

In general, I have something to sulk at him for. The last meeting of the Pakhomov people, to which he had dragged me, ended with the murder of a girl, and not just with a murder - the poor fellow was strangled, thrusting a member into her throat. Uzhraty, by the way, and choked, and I watched all this indecency, having been riddled with tranquilizers - again with his help and without my knowledge. Fortunately, they hid the corpse safely, so far they have not found it, pah-pah. And in order to entice me as a peddler of tails, everything was recorded on video, and now I shy away from every call from the cops.

- Come, I will give films.

But this is already a surprise ...

- This is why such generosity? - there is so much distrust in my voice that is enough for a dozen interrogations with passion.

- Well, not on the phone. Come on, I'm waiting! - and Gus is the first to hang out. I, taken aback by the happiness that suddenly fell on me, hypnotize the phone for another twenty seconds until it goes out and the numbers on the small screen light up: seventeen thirty. The end of the working day. Until what time is he at work? I grab from the coat hanger.

My reno at the ministry building looks like a nun at a gypsy wedding - poor and inappropriate. Well, don't care, now nobody will say the words to me - I am in form. True, I still had to wave the ID in front of the guard, but the delay was not great, and besides, someone needed to ask for directions anyway. And so - even carried out. I would like to think that the guard showed such politeness because he wanted to admire my tight tight skirt ass, climbing the stairs behind me, not because he was afraid that I would steal one of these expensive ashtrays from the window sill. Or is it a vase?

The theater begins with a hanger, the office - with the door, and the head - with the secretary. Both the door and the girl are good: they look expensive, they smell delicious, the door looks like leather, the girl looks like an elite perfume. I wonder if Gus is fucking her? Ready to argue, yes.

“We'll have to wait, he has people,” the girl purrs. How to call this room, which separates the corridor from the actual office? Buffer? Tambour? Waiting room? Secretary's table, chairs against the wall, cabinet with folders and books. I nod, flop down on a chair, and, for lack of more interesting objects in the waiting room, I look at the secret.

Pretty Low, all kind of porcelain-fragile, light-tender, but without mouse gray. On the ten-point scale of victimization, there is a solid nine, only Japanese lolita in school uniform is more. It is even strange, in my view, that such a position should have the grip of a barracuda with the forms of a racing car and the character of a pit bull. But apparently, something like this in her Gus considered ...In addition to my will, I imagine her without this jacket, and then without a blouse, flushed, disheveled, thrown over this table ...

Probably too vividly imagine, because the girl really blushes under my eyes. Damn it. Now it is embarrassing to me, and, having risen, I pull the tunic off and go to the window, look through the glass of the gloomy autumn sky and the wetly shiny asphalt through the glass shining to crystal brilliance. But she knew what I was thinking. Moreover, everyone who sat in these chairs while waiting for a reception also thought about it. I imagined how the chef lays out this nice quiet one on a table or in an armchair. I wonder how it is for her to know? Annoying? Or start? As for clothes, you cannot say that it is prone to shocking, a skirt below the knee, shoes, a jacket is fastened on all buttons, and blond hair is combed back smoothly, like a dancer. The funny thing is that it is this ostentatious severity and restraint that sometimes excites much stronger provocative mini-studs. I do not know. I prefer to wear a uniform at work, and half the size is less than necessary, which, in combination with an extremely strict cut, gives the effect of hoo.

A door opens behind my back, a whole crowd falls out of the office - noisily making noises, it must be said, it is even strange that I hadn’t heard them at all the whole time I was under the door. It can not be that they sat there silently? Apparently, excellent sound insulation.

- Oh, are you already here?

This is Gus. With a new haircut, and even sunbathing somewhere, now his arrogant, blue, like a Siamese cat, eyes, look even brighter. There are such beautiful men, and even with the position. Gad is five years younger than me, and already an assistant minister. Would be a girl, they said, pumped. I wonder if they say? From this petty little thought, it suddenly becomes fun for me, and I walk into my office with a smirk in my whole pomaded mouth.

“I'm glad to see you, too,” Gus misinterpreted my expression. - Well, how are you?

Guys are guys. The need to brag about them is laid genetically, only earlier they dragged the claws of dead bears around their necks, and now ... Now the Parker's pen is sticking out of his pocket. Dude.

“The office and the office,” I shrug, not denying myself the pleasure of teasing a friend. Angry at him in me, it turns out, no longer. Not only because of the promised films. I like him, why lie? And these eyes are Aryan, and ... That night I remember with my whole body — the balcony, its silhouette against the lighted window, and its member in my throat, a tight stream of sperm hitting the palate. Abdomen sweet shrinks.

“But the sound insulation is good,” I add. Not that I was going to check it in practice, this is not how it is done. I know that if I offer him to fuck me, he won't think long. Only look it will be gone, like a charge for dirt. By the way.

- So what about the tapes?

- What are you Mercantile, Mai. Said, I will give. You know, I always keep my word.

He really keeps his word. But how ... Let's say this: if Gus was a genie, and I was Aladdin, and I asked him to have a dick to the floor, he would have fulfilled a wish, just cutting off my legs.

- Films to her. I didn’t see a friend for two months, but immediately about business, ”grumbled Uzhraty, opening the safe, shamefully disguised as a bar.

Or a bar disguised as a safe? Inside - a good collection of alcohol, the colors of the bottles resemble the autumn forest: all shades of gold and purple, interspersed with the heavenly transparency of vodka. Adorable herbarium. I come closer, looking at this bouquet. A look clings to ...

Whip?

I remember her. A weighty, not very long whip, which so comfortably lies in the hand of a pleasant, some kind of warm, even weight. I also remember this with my body - a smoky room, a hook in the ceiling, a female body stretched between the floor and the ceiling, red marks on the white skin, fear and pain mixed with lust, in beautiful gray eyes - Vasilisa. And I, standing opposite, with this lash in my hands - how obedient she is, this whip ...

- Remembered, yes? - Gus somehow appeared behind my back, and now breathes in my ear, and the palm is in a businesslike manner on my thigh. How it smells ... I just want to go to hell right now, back up, pull my buttocks against his groin, check if he is as excited as I am.

I love my tunic - it is not visible under him how my nipples tightened.

Carefully, with two fingers, like a caterpillar, taking the cuff of Uzhraty's jacket, I take off ...